So, Ned, awm geen ta understand,
Tha’rt bahn ta join e wedlock band,
Ta travil thru life’s weeary strand,
Yond lass an’ thee.
But if yor joinin heart an’ hand,
It pleases me.

Nah tha’ll hev trubbles, Ned, ta bear,
Wile pushin thru this world o’ care,
An’ wat tha’ll hev it face ta stare,
Its hard ta tell;
Life’s ups and dahns tha’ll get thi share,
So pleas thisell.

Tha’rt weel an’ strong, long may it last;
But age an’ care creep on us fast;
Then akt az tha can luke at past
An’ feel no shame;
Then if tha’rt poor az sum ahtcast,
Tha’s noan ta blame.

Doant sport abaht an’ wagers bet,
But mind an’ shun that foolish set
At cannut mak ther awn ta fet,
Thaw shame ta say it.
An’ mind tha keeps fra being e dett,
An’ tha’ll be reight.

An’ stick fast hod o’ iron will;
Push bouldly on an’ feear no ill;
Keep Him e vue, whoas merces fill
The wurld sa wide.
No daht but His omnishent skill,
Al be thi guide.

So Ned, mi lad, tak this advise,
Prove wurth o’ yond lasse’s choise,
E yeears ta cum tha may rejoise,
Tha tuke hur hand;
An’ listened to thi father’s voise,
An’ hiz command.